We are please to present our readers with our first ever Author Interview! We hope you enjoy this segment. Be sure to thumbs up and share. For information on this author’s book see our Book Alerts page or click here. Now without further ado, Telling us a bit about yourself. My name is Richard. I…

My pen is mighty Mightier than the sword, My ink is a warrior The goddess of word. My pen is life Living in hearts My ink is sharper than knife Capturing more than arts. My words are forces Within time and tide, My words are horses Speeding far and wide, With strength and breath Across…

The Random Poem Tree is pleased to present our brand new segment! Book Alert! Here’s a bit about the author and where you can find book. And look out for an author interview soon to come. Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne was born on January 15, 1976 in Montréal, Québec. Stillness And Echoes is his newest publication…

A Vertically Challenged Walk For Great Herons And Woods-Creeping Kildeer, In The Ebony Knotted Ceiling Of Stars, Where All That Bellows Belong To A Handed Bewilderment… Untame And Bearing Its Own Upon Its Pitted Back, Plotted Black… Loss Of Worlds… Glass-Shattering… … A Brief Wash-Over, A Muddy Soft Reincarnation, Throats Tightening Before The Sooty Docking…

Love, eternity beckons Open your locked chest And pour out the accumulated venom Allow it to flow Like a lava river Into the sea of mysticism And you shall see That to which you had always Been blind to! Love, our place is not here in this realm Here, we shall feel like Weeds in…

She stunts an she parties… Why… Is it cause she’s got nothing… Nah… Emotionally scared an Love driven… Since small such thing have never been proven… Excuses an lies to cover the Tears of what she’s really doing, the pain inside Bruises her mind an lovely Eyes from acknowledging an seeing her true potential… Or…

With the swiftest I uplift this, you can’t remix this, my pens gifted, on paper my lyrics don’t get twisted, man’s atrocities over the ages, time have lifted, fought with war power hungry want more, well hit the floor, the embodiment of what revolution stands for, When I step in the truth spews out in…

uncluttering and packing the journey yawning at him was devoid of disguise and deception of any size soon he would no longer be listening intently to the music from his favorite radio station or his external hard drive because the flight was waiting for him it was set to swallow him up into the sky…